Bloody Sunrise: A Zombie Apocalypse Romance by Gwendolyn Harper

Author:Gwendolyn Harper [Harper, Gwendolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“C’mon now,” Booker laughed, holding his hands up. “Put your weight into it.”

Caitlin balled up her fists, keeping them at her chin like he taught her.

Booker tapped the center of his left palm. “Right there. C’mon, like ya mean it.”

She jabbed, knuckles making contact with his hand. It barely stung and he didn’t even flinch.

“Really, Meadows?”

She sighed and dropped her arms. “I’m trying.”

“No you’re not, you’re pussyfootin’,” he said, lowering his hands. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of hurtin’ me.”

She bit the tip of her tongue to keep quiet.

Every day for at least an hour Booker had been teaching her self-defense. He started with blocking and how to disarm someone, and then moved on to more offensive tactics—proper punching form, sparring, and how to escape certain holds.

She was getting better, but her punch needed some work.

“Maybe I’m just not annoyed with you enough,” she said, smirking and lifting an eyebrow.

“If our fight this mornin’ about the last of the peanut butter wasn’t enough to piss you off for a day, I dunno what is.”

She scowled at him. “I told you not to bring it up again.”

Booker grinned and held his hands up. “That’s it. G’head, throw that punch out.”

She jabbed and skin to skin snapped like a rubber band.

“There ya go, that’s it,” he said, voice low.

The deep rumble of words sent goosebumps up her arms, completely out of place in the Mississippi summer heat.

“C’mon, Cae,” he urged.

It was too similar to her dream.

The first time in over a month she didn’t have a nightmare or empty void of unconsciousness and it turned into… that.

“Hey, where’d ya go?” He asked, brow furrowing.

“Huh?”

“Disappearin’ in your head again.”

She blinked. “Sorry.”

Readjusting her stance, she gave a couple fierce punches, and tried to ignore the tiny thrill skipping through her as Booker grunted.

He was going to figure it out. He read her too well, always telling her she thought too loud.

Not that he was the Sphinx riddle to her either.

She knew. She saw the hints of pink high on his cheekbones and the tips of his ears when she moaned into a good stretch. How he’d practically snap his neck to avoid watching her clean off in a creek or pond. He’d give in eventually, and she knew the moment exactly—Her pulse would always quicken, and the hair would raise at the back of her neck. Like being watched by a wolf in the forest.

Not that she’d mind being devoured.

“What?”

Booker’s voice brought her back to the present so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash.

“Lost steam, Meadows,” he commented. “You need a break?”

She bit the inside of her lip.

She needed something else entirely.

“Yeah, sure.” Dropping her fists, she wandered over to the Jeep and sat on the bumper.

Sweat dripped down her neck from her hairline, and she wiped at it. She was perpetually damp from the heat and humidity, never able to fully cool off.

Glancing up, she caught Booker staring at where her hand was against her collarbone. Quickly he ducked and turned away, suddenly very interested in the tree they’d parked under.

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